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I fell under such gentle persuasion |
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You can't refuse it's like a home from home |
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Meanwhile in the Motor car kingdom |
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They're finding that all that glitters is not chrome |
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The social circle have these cardiac complaints |
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Their hearts are empty when their hands are full |
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All these new found fond acquaintances |
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Turn out to be the red rag to my bull |
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And I'm up while the dawn is breaking |
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Even though my heart is aching |
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I should be drinking a toast to absent friends |
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Instead of these comedians |
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I've looked into these eyes upon reflection |
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They've seen the face of love, they've seen a few |
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What kind of love is this upon inspection? |
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You'll be the last to know who's fooling who |
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And I'm up while the dawn is breaking |
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Even though my heart is aching |
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I should be drinking a toast to absent friends |
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Instead of these comedians |
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And I'm up while the dawn is breaking |
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Even though my heart is aching |
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I should be drinking a toast to absent friends |
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Instead of these comedians. |
